Agnelli leaves, De Laurentiis raises with a kiss

The appointment with Loquor is back, the column edited by Carmelo Pennisi

Carmelo Pennisi

“When we talk about football what are we actually talking about? Football is part of the entertainment industry, a $750 billion industry.” Andrea Agnelli leaves the world of football and gives one last gem of his creed, of his vision of the world. A vision that would tenaciously translate the social soul of football towards the meta-world of amusement tout court.

A basket of popcorn and a beer and go, let’s relax in front of a game as if we were in front of the latest successful Netflix series. The Dante Alighieri recently placed to the “right” of the Minister of Culture Gennaro Sangiuliano would say, updating one of his famous verses, “you weren’t born to be a fan but to follow entertainment and commercials for the latest trendy car”. Let’s face it, we contemporaries are easily duped with a similar ease to the “designated plucking chicken” sitting at the poker table with seasoned “royal flush” jackpots. Reasonings are no longer traced around social networks, perhaps even contradictory and painful but reasonings, but rhetorical verbal residues from which the production of “Baci Perugina” continually finds inspiration for its little thoughts endured by virtue of the very tasty quality of its famous chocolate . You open a successful book and happen to read “go where your heart takes you”, which is advice that even my grandmother who was educated up to the “sixth grade” could have given (yes, once upon a time, when things were better, thanks to Vittorio Emanuele Orlando elementary school consisted of six years), and you rack your brain trying to understand when the literacy work carried out in the post-war period even by famous figures such as the “maestro” Alberto Manzi began to be razed to the ground .

These are the days of anger and clashes between pseudo fans at a motorway service station, a psychedelic variant of the entertainment industry hoped for by Umberto’s son. It will be the fruit of the foreshadowed horizon of another successful novel in which one hopes for an absent God, who is the beyond of being an atheist. Don’t make an effort to verify whether an elsewhere exists or not, don’t even bother to refute the idea of ​​God: too much effort and the sweat produced would not fit the aura of the “show must go on”. Let’s rely on nothing more than judgement, in harmony with the average reality show viewer, where everything is parody. We talk to each other and don’t understand each other, it happens to Gabriele Gravina and Lorenzo Casini, the former “sad for the Super Cup played in Arabia”, the latter for “not having seen Italy at the World Cup in Qatar”. The reply of the president of Lega A is worthy of an organization responsible for having brought football in the Bel Paese to the brink of bankruptcy (over 4 billion in debt compared to 3.5 billion in turnover).

Poor Gravina hopes that the football movement “finds a moment of economic equilibrium to cultivate football in our territory”, the other, annoyed (not even if the Federal President had uttered a blasphemy), lowers himself to the level of the brawl from bar or bickering from “mariuccia asylum” and shoots a broadside to zero on an alleged bankruptcy of the FGCI. “No one is perfect” reads the final line of a well-known film, but around Via Rosellini, perfection has never been a goal; indeed not even the concept of good and evil, nor even the right conduct of business. In the League, for some time now, the watchword has been to survive and distribute power, so bad management and the consequent debts will always be downloaded to the accounts of the clubs, which belong to everyone and nobody (just look at the game of financial boxes that currently check Milan).

The Victor Hugo who writes “God is the evident invisible” is very clear what sort of existential contradiction is coming up from modernity which will soon be imprisoned by the cult of machines and money about to replace (in paper or digital form) a currency composed of valuable raw material. The famous French writer and playwright undoubtedly perceives how the 19th century was the century of the polyphonic mixture of reality, the point of collapse of a time influenced by a new religion, Christianity, which imposes a search for truth as opposed to the sublime (this ‘last incomplete and distorted representation of reality), in which the tragic and the comic merge to give life to the grotesque, the only true unit of measure of existence. The grotesque, by reducing the amplification of feelings, gives the possibility of evaluating a scenario for what it is, at least for those who have eyes outstretched to really want to see. In their last Juventus board of directors, Agnelli and Nedved take their leave as if they had returned victorious from a victorious pitched battle and veterans of a triumphal procession that unfolded along Corso Vittorio up to the Continassa.

Big pats on the back and self-celebrations galore, in front of shareholders still upset by having had to recapitalize the club for 700 million euros and by the words of the new president Gianluca Ferrero: “we will defend ourselves in all judicial and non-judicial venues”. The grotesque desired by Hugo becomes merciless when Maurizio Scanavino takes the floor, the concepts expressed are of impressive continuity with the recent past: “we will concentrate on expanding the public of Juventus fans, to add to our classic public, young international targets”. The titanic effort to avoid the word “fans” too tied to a past made up of non-electric “500s” and bread and salami is commendable, one feels the continuous need to want to evolve into something else, which then it will be classified as progress and modernity.

One day maybe someone will finally explain how to progress and evolve they don’t say exactly the same thing; the evolution of a physical body does not necessarily correspond to progress, most of the time it gets old and sometimes it “adulterates”. The ex-players of the 90s, frightened by the recent premature departures of Mihajlovic and Vialli, know something about it, revealing to the world that they had abused a drip “of a strange pink liquid and too much chemistry”. We don’t like dying, we live it in the same way as a sunset without a sunrise, but unfortunately life is a race, more or less long, towards the end and so Roberto Mancini takes care of making a sensible statement: “we must go there with lead feet with certain statements. These things happen to former gamers and regular people as well. You have to be careful.”

Illnesses spare no one, not even the gods of the playing field and Instagram, even if perhaps someone has evidently deluded themselves about the divine abilities of athletes capable of recovering physical effort in a few hours, making themselves ready for the next effort, as if this were present in nature, ensured by a Creator attentive to our performance. One can be sure that God, if he exists, has not subscribed to Dazn, so it all comes back to the truth of Victor Hugo and the need to understand the difference between “right” and “wrong”. Lots of stuff for a spirit of the time where the formula of photographing hands shaking those of the one about to pass away has now been inaugurated, to then publish the event on the Net. The operation of making everything stage and show is almost arrived at the squaring of the circle, solving the Hamletic literary doubt of where the heart goes: towards the wallet. Aurelio De Laurentiis understood this well, who neither publishes books nor makes films anymore, ready not to miss the good moment of Napoli and the next Valentine’s Day party: a fiery red kiss printed on the shirt of the Campania club and a limited edition for those who decide to spend 126 euros to make it a gift making the day of lovers special (for peace of mind of the sacredness of the shirt gone to ramengo).

Shakespeare’s “Merchant of Venice”, in the presence of the national Aurelio, is an amateur in danger, even if he could not have known of the intentions of modern man to abolish the sense of being “made by virtue and knowledge” in order to give yourself up, body and mind, to the market. “It is my will to face the future as a blank page”, Andrea Agnelli commented lyrically in his farewell speech. Unsolicited advice: writing something on it is not strictly necessary. I say this as a customer, as a target, as a boomer, as Generation X, where my heart takes me from, as Bacio perugina, as Instagram, as everything dear Agnelli wants. Maybe reading some valuable ones already written wouldn’t be bad. Think about it.

Writer, screenwriter and director. A huge grenade fan and already co-author with the late Anthony Weatherill of the “Loquor” column on Toro News which he continues to edit in honor and memory of him. He counts, among his numerous works and screenplays, that of the film “Now and forever”, in memory of the Grande Torino.

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Agnelli leaves, De Laurentiis raises with a kiss